I feel dark today

Thunder Rider

Alone

Alone with my thoughts I stand and beckon a flame from my lighter
Pipe smoke rises before my eyes clouding the view ahead of me
My gaze is focused on nothing in particular, just tomorrow
Not that today is without interest or unworthy of my consideration
But the mystery of the days to come intrigue the dreamer in my soul
The wonder of life in the moment can pale in comparison to the imaginings of the writer?s mind especially if he is alone
Alone by choice is the mantra of the pathetic
Alone by circumstance, the burden of the lost
Alone for the week end, cruel and unusual punishment for a man in love
Idle hands are said to be the Devil?s workshop
An idle mind I fear is much more dangerous
For with the mind atrocities most heinous take to flight
Only the will of the thinker aborting their fruition
Stilling a hand bent on revenge for transgressions past
Denying the blade the taste of evildoers blood
Postponing the inevitable administration of justice
And the peace of mind their end will bring
Night falls darkening the room
But still my surroundings be brighter than my minds mood
Caffeine, nicotine and loneliness fuel the somber rage
My soul soother is nowhere to be found
Sounds of the night beckon for the prowl, the hunt
For beasts more evil even than myself
Their evil done, mine to come
The clouds break and a singular moon beam streaks through the blinds
It finds rest on the edge of the blade hanging on the wall
The blade destined to deliver mine enemies unto me
To demand restitution
To lay to rest the blood lust in my soul
A sword yet chaste but waiting
In the mean time my soul soother will return
She will calm the beast
The wicked will live on another day
Likely unhindered with guilt of mind and spirit from their evil deeds
But I know, I remember, I never forget, I will have my say
There is no forgiveness I will see justice served for myself
But not till I am ever alone

Copyright 2004
Chris Madonia

LittleToe

Revenge - a dish best served cold...

Country Girl

That poem is the NEW black!

Country Girl

Thunder Rider

No comfort for the wicked I see.

Thunder ==]>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Robdar

Hell, Yeah, Thunder!

czarofmischief

Our day will come, brother.

CZAR

LyinEyes

Thunder, I am going to save that poem , it is so full of emotion.

I am without my soother tonight ,and I have found all day that I have so many "demons" that try to drag me down, also thinking of dark thoughts. When he is home, I have purpose, when he is here I feel safe. God, I wish he was home.

Thanks for the poem.

Thunder Rider

Odd how the company of that certain some one can take us from doom and gloom to sunshine and roses. Sometimes all it takes is a call on my cell, a note in the kitchen, or seeing her picture on the dash and knowing she's home waiting.

I sometimes wonder it if is a burden to the soul soother knowing that but for her influence I would tread down a much darker road.

My enemies pray she out lives me! :)

Thunder ==}>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

jgnat

Yeah, I can feel it. THANK GOD you wield the pen first. When does Sheila get back?

Sunnygal41

Thunder! That was a MAGNIFICENT poem! I knew you were talented, but, this really reinforces it! Wow!

As to the subject matter...........being alone..............I used to feel such deep, dark despair whenever I found myself alone..............and, to a very minor extent, still do.....but, I must say that that particular "demon" has no more stranglehold on me.

Terri

I feel dark today

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